For My Love

She was burdened with the enormous responsibility of marrying without love for the future of the empire.

I would rather die than betray my love, she thought.
With determination and sadness she picked up, took a bite out of and chewed the fruit. She squeezed her eyes shut and as tears fell down her cheeks, swallowed hard.

A few minutes later, the yellow light from the candle cast a glow on her lifeless form.

I should tell you what your story did to my brain. (don’t be scared lol) I first thought of my favorite novel, Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley, then my mind went to Camelot and King Arthur’s court, and the arranged marriages for land, wealth, political affiliation. Then I began thinking about the poor women out there, even today, that are being subjected to arranged marriages. I think it’s sad that there are women out there right now, who may just be taking that bite of the apple. See what I mean? I guess I could say then that your piece is provocative.

Wow! Interesting that you thought of all that. This post was written with such an era in mind, the era of Camelot and Arthur, that is. Nice to know the post provoked some deep thought about the issue. Thanks